Tepid

Did you ever turn on the cold
And wait for it to get hot?
Well unfortunately, like me
Your brain may be shot

I wish that I could tell you
That some remedies exist
Trust me, I’d be one of the first
On the waiting list.

Quaternion

A brand new age is only years away
The one behind the scenes was heard to say
So spoiled it believed itself divine
In search of weaker types on which to dine.

It echoed in his mind, a tape on play
A brand new age is only years away
This politician had a speech to give
Instructing all the sheep how they must live.

The anchor woman stared into the lens
To reinforce the script to docile citizens
A brand new age is only years away
Are those who trust so easy to betray?

The average person watching their TV
Must question everything they hear and see
If people make the perpetrators pay
A brand new age is only years away.

Banger

Annoyingly piercing
Or piercingly annoying?
Either way it sounds like something
You won’t be enjoying.

Oh Balls

Survival is a multitask
You do it or you don’t
And you may get help if you ask
But oftentimes you won’t

So learn to be a juggler
Or life’s a trying span
If not, perhaps a snuggler
And find someone who can.

V̅

When you fancy round numbers
And your fervor's wholehearted
You may forego slumbers
For one where you started.


***Well, as you can see from my archives to the right, my 20th anniversary of blogging here will be next year. I am rapidly approaching 4000 posts and would love to hit 5000 on November 17th 2025. Since I took a break for a while from daily posting, the only way to achieve that is multiple posts in one day. The question is, can I keep up that pace? Stay tuned!***

Cellular

Is anything real on the internet?
Well here’s one truth on which you can bet
The ardor that prompted these words to flow
Is not a hoax or innuendo

It streams from somewhere deep inside
Transmitted through every nucleotide
Creative content without a price
From my cell straight to your device.

Millennialism

I have moral superiority,
I don’t need brakes
According to the television
I never make mistakes
All I have to do is just
repeat whatever they say
So take your bumper and go boomer
You’re ruining my day.

Raise the Bar

If your soapy isn’t sudsy
It just may be a dudzy
Forgive me for the trouble
If I’ve gone and burst your bubble
Perhaps some rubzy dubzy
Could make your lather double.

Liberating

The song of a bird
In the morning, when heard,
Is that what first stirred
The need to be free,

Was it wind in the hair
Or a burst of fresh air?
I think it’s quite fair
To say maybe all three.

Deep

“Oh no, not the rain!”
He gasped as he began to feign
Paroxysms of pain
A truly Oscar worthy bit

Her eyes became grim
Looking sternly over the rim
Of her glasses at him
“Hilarious you little shit!”

Then he took her hand
While smiling at the reprimand
No surface dwellers understand
When love becomes legit.

Progenitor

You gave me
The best of you
A sapling tree
That only grew

Well or ill
Good and bad
You loved me still
Happy birthday Dad!

Solicitations

What do you think is odder
Using failure for fodder
Or satire as solder?

As long as someone’s reading
I'm fine with conceding
(don’t make me start pleading).

Way to Go

If you view life as an adventure
You can’t wait for the next chapter
Where you’ll go
Who you’ll know
While chasing what you’re after

The mundane turns fulfilling
That is if you are willing
Take your shot
Fill your plot
With a climax extra thrilling.

Chiseled

Foolish old men
Should never think young
Or say, Well, back then…
If they hate being stung

By the candor of youth
That flows so carefree
Revealing the truth
For those who won’t see

The sucker beheld
In the mirror each morn—
Delusions dispelled
By reflections of scorn.

Grind

Does coffee fuel compromise?
He pondered watching ringlets rise
Above his steaming cup of brew
Maybe in a sip or two

Though bitterness can complicate
A chance for people to relate
Enjoy your quibbles and caffeine
With one you love, know what I mean?